Owl post - Part 2
Harry shifts uncomfortably from one foot to the other, while looking at a dumbfounded Malfoy. Maybe he should have thought this whole thing through first. He apparated over here without even thinking of how he would explain to Malfoy what he’s doing here, how he even knows where Malfoy lives. There’s no way he can tell him he followed his owl one day, not being able to contain his curiosity any longer. It’s a wonder Malfoy didn’t spot him on his broom that day.
“Potter,” Malfoy simply says.
“Um,” Harry begins, “you’re probably wondering what I’m doing here.”
The sound of Harry’s voice seems to shake Malfoy out of his trance. His whole body tenses and his eyes narrow.
“How did you find me?”
Harry smiles awkwardly and scratches the back of his neck.
“Well, that’s a funny story, actually,” Harry laughs nervously. “Do you think I could tell you over a cup of tea?”
“This is just like you,” Malfoy growls, “inviting yourself in like that. Does it ever occur to you, oh mighty Saviour, that other people have lives of their own and don’t answer at your beck and call?”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” Harry snorts, “am I keeping you from staring at your wall all day?”
Harry inwardly flinches. He didn’t mean to say that. His mind just snapped. Like it used to, whenever Malfoy was around. Maybe he will have to change tactics and just try to be… charming? But how does one do that exactly?